Ask for an essay on the topic of the window, describing the four seasons. Urgent!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 10

The four seasons flow through the window, there are cold and warm appearances, there are the withered yellow and new green of grass blades, there are ups and downs of wind and rain, and there are the profits and losses of the bright moon.

The spring in memory is beautiful. The pear blossoms bring the moonlit night at the beginning, and the begonias are half covered with morning rain, and the wet plot is full of pure moonlight. It carries the drizzle of March, hesitates, and weaves its complex picture with the tranquility of flowers blooming and falling. When the winter insects are new through the screen, they feel the germination of this spring tide.

Summer is always bright in my memory. The cicadas hide in the lush trees in summer, and use the cheerful cicada song to break through the loneliness of the summer, making the sunflowers smile and shine brightly for a summer. It carries the fragrance of lotus in June, dyed green with the sultry heat of a season. The drizzle knocked on the window lattice, and I felt the humidity of summer.

Autumn in my memory is very soft. Outside the window, it watches the last pillow of incense, and the Jiangnan whisper is vaguely melancholy, only as before. The chrysanthemum under the east fence has been splendid for it for a whole season.

The night of this season is very quiet and the wind is very cool. The persistence of the green leaves makes it float with the most beautiful posture. When the cinnamon fragrance penetrates the lintel, it is felt that it is full

The winter in memory is pure. Wrapped in silver, in this season, the heart has also become clear, and the snow has fallen to the sunken and flashy of the world. Many children wandered all night in the winter wind and snow and did not return, just for the fragrance of plum in the small courtyard.

The fragrant snow piles up the windowsill, and I feel the purity of winter.

The beauty of the four seasons flows in front of my window.

I can't write it myself, I'm so stupid.

s b Elementary school students can't write essays?

"Composition: The Tree Outside the Window" Looking out of the window of my room, I can see a tall hibiscus tree. In that jagged spring day of smoke trees, the flowers are red and charming.

It stirred my inspiration and provoked my thoughts, and over time, I actually regarded this "neighbor" standing through the window as a know-it-all. One morning, however, I looked out the window and found that a storm had eroded it beyond recognition. Immediately, a kind of sadness of "flowers falling" swept over my heart!

I can't help but sigh with emotion: stumbling on the road of life, going through several twists and turns, several vicissitudes, and losing many beloved friends again and again, isn't life like this flower that passes away with the wind? After a while, this matter gradually faded into oblivion.

Once, when I returned from a trip to the countryside, I felt that the indoor air was a little dull, so I inadvertently opened the window, and suddenly my eyes lit up: a fiery red triangular plum tree came into view, and it was frozen in the background of the setting sun. The unexpected surprise made me almost unable to control myself, and I wondered, why didn't I find this budding and unyielding life behind Luoying in the first place?

Yes, the last petal of the hibiscus has withered, and people's praise for it has been forgotten in the memory of the past, but the three-cornered plum has grown, and the flame-like brilliant and dazzling red shows people the change and continuation of life. Who's to say that loss and gain are not a symphony? I stood in front of the window for a long time, and I deeply realized:

There is no constant scenery in life, as long as the heart is always towards the sun, you will find that every morning there will be a beautiful and hazy vision in front of your window, rising, the world will always transmit the overture of hope. "Trees Outside the Window".